Painting taught literature to describe.
I need the pain of loneliness to make my imagination work.
The urbanized life has lead to the destruction of the legends.
Ka knew very well that life was a meaningless string of random incidents
Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?
The challenge is to lend conviction even to the voices which advocate views I find personally abhorrent, whether they are political Islamists or officers justifying a coup.